The Bliss of Mrs. Blossom

Oh dear, was the loveable Shirley MacLaine tricked somehow into starring in this celluloid disaster? I don't know the answer to that but maybe she had to fulfil a contract or something as it's so bad. Pairing her with Richard Attenborough appealed to me when I saw it was on TV but the real lead went to her screen lover, the English actor James Booth, best remembered if at all for Zulu. Peter Sellers may or may not have rescued the picture in the part but Booth is neither funny or has any charm. It's a chemistry dud between him and Shirley, best forgotten. Even the supporting comedy actors are a dreadful embarrassment. There's Bob Monkhouse, Freddie Jones, Clive Dunn, Patricia Routledge and others, all struggling with the weight of it all. Ghastly 60's psychedelic dream sets add to the tedium and I'm baffled by the high ratings on here written by people. Maybe the director was drunk or on drugs when it was made.